Turn the map to the Cupido Town page.
Under the command of Hattori Heiji, several people quickly arrived at the door of the house named "Morokaku".
"Really, if any of us live in Cupido Town, we will definitely not go the wrong way." Mouri Kogoro muttered as he got out of the car.
"Why are you going the wrong way? It's obvious that you looked at the wrong map, uncle!" Hattori Heiji said angrily: "What should we do? We are already thirty minutes late..."
"It doesn't matter, it's only thirty minutes, so it won't matter." Mouri Kogoro was a little disapproving.
"Because the client seems to pay great attention to time, Mr. Kusukawa also specifically reminded me not to be late, so if I need to apologize later, please don't complain, uncle." Hattori Heiji reminded me.
Moreover, apart from Mr. Nanchuan, this is also the first commission he has accepted for Ye Gengyi. Although with this nature, the content of the commission will not change at all, but the meaning in his heart will eventually be different. different.
At this moment, Hattori Heiji even felt the emotions he felt when he first expressed his reasoning when he was young.
Conan saw that Hattori Heiji had not made any move yet and was still a little confused.
Ye Gengyi could tell the other person's emotions from his movements and micro-expressions.
Of course, he didn't pay attention to the 'first time' recognition at all, and naturally he couldn't read Hattori Heiji's current nervousness.
He only said that Heiji was blaming himself for being late.
However, although Kogoro Mouri pointed the way, he drove the car after all. If the responsibility for being late needs to be shared equally, he will also have to bear part of it.
As soon as Ye Geng parked the car, he walked up and said, "Heiji, relax, Mr. Mori is here, maybe the other person is his fan."
fan?
The kind that sells autographs?
Hattori Heiji was stunned and suddenly wanted to laugh.
Since Brother Gengyi said so...
The nervousness was gone, and Hattori Heiji was about to step forward.
Suddenly, a woman's scolding voice came from the other side of the door, "Didn't I tell you before, I have no interest in that kind of scrap metal covered with dust!"
Could it be that trouble has already come to your door?
Several people immediately stopped hesitating and quickly stepped forward to open the door.
At the entrance, a middle-aged man with round-rimmed eyes and a slightly fat body seemed to be talking to the hostess of the house.
"Hey! Are you the suspicious person?" Mouri Kogoro walked quickly and was about to go up and throw the opponent over his shoulder.
However, before he could put his hand on the other person's shoulder.
The slightly sarcastic voice of the hostess came over again, "What, who are you? If you are here to make sales, then get out of here with this man, otherwise I will call the police!"
Push...sell?
"Wait a minute, is there something wrong..."
Hattori Heiji quickly explained: "We are detectives, and we are here to solve your previous commission on behalf of Mr. Kusukawa."
"Oh, that matter doesn't matter anymore..."
The hostess paused for a moment, seemed to have thought of something, and said in a slightly gentle tone:
"Maybe I'm nervous...Actually, I wanted to talk to Mr. Kusukawa a few days ago, but I couldn't get in touch with him. I'm really sorry. Anyway...please come back."
Although the attitude of the few people who were driven away was obviously much better than that of the unlucky salesman, after leaving Morokaku's house, Mouri Kogoro still felt that he was being teased and said: "Hey, Osaka boy, this is the same as what you said before. It’s completely different..."
"Sorry..." Hattori Heiji scratched his head in embarrassment, "I really didn't consider the impact of Mr. Kusukawa's kidnapping before."
"This may be the so-called impermanence of things." Ye Gengyi concluded.
Because from the beginning, he felt that this matter would not go well...
"However, I still feel very suspicious..." Conan dragged his chin and muttered, "It has obviously reached the point where a detective needs to be called to investigate, but now he says that he is sensitive..."
"It's not that she's nervous, but she already knows the truth about that matter."
"Wha...what?" Conan was startled.
For a moment, he almost fell into character.
Ye Gengyi did not explain, but repeated Ms. Zhujiao's words in a calm tone: "That matter doesn't matter anymore."
"I see..." Hattori Heiji snapped his fingers, "So, there must be something wrong with that Obasan!"
"But there's nothing to explore about this kind of thing. Let's go back..."
"Wait a minute, Brother Saraichi, don't you think we should investigate this matter carefully?" Hattori Heiji said: "Let's just wait and see in the car. Maybe we can discover her secret..."
"Are you sure? This kind of behavior is no different from that of a stalker? If someone finds out and calls the police, we will all be arrested, right?"
Ye Geng paused for a moment, glanced at a certain kid, and added: "Except for Conan..."
Conan: "..."
Although it's not a good thing, does he need to be specifically excluded by name?
"Oh, it doesn't matter." Hattori Heiji defended: "Who said we were spying on that Obasan? We are just resting here when we are tired..."
Ye Gengyi: "..."
Once a gangster understands the law, he is really different.
There are four people in the group, three of them are detectives with strong curiosity.
Of course, if Ye Gengyi had been asked to arrange it, he would have directly suggested installing a bug instead of just hiding in the car and watching.
Unfortunately, it seems too late to say anything now, and when he first entered the entrance, he didn't think of leaving one or two nanobots for monitoring.
But...the god of death, plague, and Osaka's black skin are all gathered here. It won't be long before the woman in the room is going to be cold.
Just as Ye Geng was thinking about it, the first suspect appeared.
Judging from the body shape, the man was similar to Mouri Kogoro, but his beard was more Japanese-style. When passing by the car they were riding in, there was a vague smell of sandalwood.
Conan suddenly thought of a little game to kill time and said:
"Uncle, brother Saraichi, brother Heiji, why don't we guess what this man's occupation is?"
"Hey, this is very interesting, so let me talk about it first." Hattori Heiji responded directly.
He thought for a moment, "His car is very expensive and he has a well-paying profession. He wears a suit and tie when he goes out. I guess he is a lawyer."
"Hmph, that lawyer who applied an exaggerated amount of hairspray wouldn't be as good as him." Mouri Kogoro said disdainfully: "In my opinion, he is just another salesman."
"I don't think so," Conan said with a smile: "Indeed, if he were a lawyer, this outfit would be too exaggerated, but if he were a salesman, he didn't carry a briefcase..."
"Then what do you think he does?" Hattori Heiji asked.
"Probably a Feng Shui master."
Conan said confidently: "Didn't you notice that he smelled of sandalwood that was not perfume? In addition, just before he entered the house, he took out his pocket watch to check the time... He clearly had a watch on his wrist. , and he was carrying a mobile phone, but he took out his pocket watch to check the time, so I thought it was not a change of heart but a compass."
After listening to Conan's analysis, none of them expressed any reaction, but all looked at Ye Gengyi.
Ye Gengyi was silent for a moment, "Same as Conan."
"Eh??"
A certain detective was flattered and said hurriedly: "What's the reason? Brother Gengyi, what's the reason for your guess?"
"It feels..." Ye Geng said.
Three people: "???"
Can you feel this too?
